His armor became heated; not that Zultar payed it any attention- he attributes it to his stomach acting up within the armor.
I must be quite hungry for this sudden heat wave. Zultar thought. I mean, there was absolutely NO way he was under the effects of some SPELL, that was impossible! The temperature of his armor rose and rose, but instead of growing wary, the heat only further instigated his madness. It's like how summer heat equates the boundless energy of some mammals- Zultar just got even more deranged. Perhaps poor Roxanne did not put into her calculations how contradictively reactive Zultar was, the usual mistake first-hand opponents made against the green orc stub. Any other fighter probably had the brains to figure out they were under some dangerous spell. I expect no less from Zultar-
"I MUST BE QUITE HUNGRY!" Zultar repeated, only this time his yells louder and his wails wider.
Suddenly Zultar stopped. Not out of breathe, no, not stamina and definitely not because of some suspiciously heating metal around him. He stared at Roxanne, some distance away with nothing but a straight line between to separate him and the fox. A straight line- course there was also a straight line between him and Kin; one Zultar would take full advantage off.
Zultar recalled Kin's passing remarks as he passed by him, a wild strike that couldn't possibly have hit Zultar's great and magnificent cunning. "FINE, I WILL ATTACK YOU, PUNY HALFING!"
Zultar's eyes lit up from rage, almost as if it was burning- they probably were. Whether out of stupidity or tactical advantage, Zultar prepared to fling his mighty falchion towards Roxanne (that's right, not Kin) having no prior experience with throwing weapons. I CAN THROW WEAPONS TOO! Zultar tried convincing himself he would hit. Hrrrrr!- a strong gale of wind built up as his extremely dense muscles winded up, upon release causing a pseudo whirlwind to appear due to his extraneous circular motions. He really, really wanted to throw that Falchion. "FACE THE WRATH OF THE MEAT GODS!" While Zultar clearly glared down Roxanne preparing to let go of his hands.
[spoiler=But instead of actually flinging his Falchion, at the last second-]http://www.youtube.com/v/1WGmeX6CLas&autoplay=1
[spoiler=Actions]
Zultar moves (if necessary) to be aligned with Roxanne in a line (he should be already unless I HAVE to follow the grid). Zultar then triggers his Flame of Rage neck slot (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/e-g/flame-of-rage) and I choose to expend 3 rounds of rage to create a 60 foot beam dealing 5d6 damage against Roxanne.
Dmg: This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 5d6 : 2, 5, 3, 2, 1, total 13
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I must be quite hungry for this sudden heat wave. Zultar thought. I mean, there was absolutely NO way he was under the effects of some SPELL, that was impossible! The temperature of his armor rose and rose, but instead of growing wary, the heat only further instigated his madness. It's like how summer heat equates the boundless energy of some mammals- Zultar just got even more deranged. Perhaps poor Roxanne did not put into her calculations how contradictively reactive Zultar was, the usual mistake first-hand opponents made against the green orc stub. Any other fighter probably had the brains to figure out they were under some dangerous spell. I expect no less from Zultar-
"I MUST BE QUITE HUNGRY!" Zultar repeated, only this time his yells louder and his wails wider.
Suddenly Zultar stopped. Not out of breathe, no, not stamina and definitely not because of some suspiciously heating metal around him. He stared at Roxanne, some distance away with nothing but a straight line between to separate him and the fox. A straight line- course there was also a straight line between him and Kin; one Zultar would take full advantage off.
Zultar recalled Kin's passing remarks as he passed by him, a wild strike that couldn't possibly have hit Zultar's great and magnificent cunning. "FINE, I WILL ATTACK YOU, PUNY HALFING!"
Zultar's eyes lit up from rage, almost as if it was burning- they probably were. Whether out of stupidity or tactical advantage, Zultar prepared to fling his mighty falchion towards Roxanne (that's right, not Kin) having no prior experience with throwing weapons. I CAN THROW WEAPONS TOO! Zultar tried convincing himself he would hit. Hrrrrr!- a strong gale of wind built up as his extremely dense muscles winded up, upon release causing a pseudo whirlwind to appear due to his extraneous circular motions. He really, really wanted to throw that Falchion. "FACE THE WRATH OF THE MEAT GODS!" While Zultar clearly glared down Roxanne preparing to let go of his hands.
[spoiler=But instead of actually flinging his Falchion, at the last second-]http://www.youtube.com/v/1WGmeX6CLas&autoplay=1
[spoiler=Actions]
Zultar moves (if necessary) to be aligned with Roxanne in a line (he should be already unless I HAVE to follow the grid). Zultar then triggers his Flame of Rage neck slot (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/e-g/flame-of-rage) and I choose to expend 3 rounds of rage to create a 60 foot beam dealing 5d6 damage against Roxanne.
Dmg: This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 5d6 : 2, 5, 3, 2, 1, total 13
[/spoiler][/spoiler]